She unfolded it.
She scanned it,
blinking rapidly. Tears?
“Did you read this?” she demanded.
I shook my head.
Lindsey scrutinized me
for a long time,
like if she looked at me long enough,
I would admit something.
“I can’t believe it,” she said.
“They’re still going to make me do it.
I said I would do it and they didn’t believe me
and now I’m here and now I can’t do it
but they’re still going to make me.”
Her stream of consciousness made no sense.
She flung the note
onto the table.
There were two words.